Lucy's Boo

Chapter 2

    Sleep seems to hit different when you have been sent into the heavens. I awake to the shower running, and soft jazz playing in the background. The view from his window is spectacular. I lay, basking in all the Vitamin D that is coming through the oversized windows.

“Good Morning, beautiful.”

With a stretch and a quiet moan, “Good morning.”

Irv, standing in the doorway in all his delicious caramel glory, makes his way over to me. Those velvet lips of his great me with a sensual, intense, and luscious kiss.

 “Hungry?”

Oh, I’m totally hungry right now, but not for food I thought.

“Get dressed. I’m taking you to breakfast.”

“Ok. It won’t take me long.”

And like a little schoolgirl, I slide out of the now warm silk sheets. Hmm…breakfast. Did I pack anything to go to breakfast? I wasn’t expecting to leave his place. I dig through my duffle and find that I did have a cute little sundress.

 “This should work.”

I shower and get my life together. On repeat are the events of the night before, the pleasure given to my Lucy by such a talented mouth and fingers. As the thoughts replay, I felt a jolt between my legs, strong enough to make me bend over the sink. Goodness, girl. I feel you. I refocus on getting dressed. Put on a little bit of foundation and mascara, put a few curls in my hair, and spray on my favorite parfum. I sit on the edge of the bed, facing the living room, to put on my shoes…sneakers to keep it casual. I look up to see Irv, sitting on the couch directly in front of me, watching my every move. So, I play a little. Slightly parting my legs, just enough for my dress to open. I can see him looking, trying to figure out what’s underneath. I stand up and turn, bending over to readjust my strapless bra.

“Ok. I think I’m ready.”

“No rush. I was enjoying the view.”

The deepness of his voice was striking a chord this morning, and another jolt passes through my body. I walk into the living room, walking right up to Irv, greeting him with a hug and soft kiss. He smells amazing. His hands grip my back, gliding their way down to my ass. I can feel him growing in his jeans. I pull away to help calm his excitement. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

I make sure to walk in front, hoping he notices that there was nothing under my dress. Live on the wild side Meredith. Feeling his eyes undressing me from behind, we walk out the door. He is such a gentleman. After helping me into his truck, we head downtown. We pull into a small little restaurant sporting an elegant patio area. The sun is warm, and there is a slight breeze making the atmosphere that much more inviting. We order and of course I have him order my mimosas since I wasn’t 21 yet.

“So, Meredith, how are you enjoying yourself thus far?” with curiousness in his voice.

“I am having a great time. Definitely a trip to remember.”

Light conversation, to go with the airiness of my French toast. We laugh at the thought of what would happen if my mother ever found out we had hooked up. He would tell me stories about them growing up around each other.

“Is this not weird to you?” I ask.

 “Like the age, the growing up with my mother…does any of this make you feel uncomfortable?”

 Irv places his fork on the table and wipes the little bit of syrup left on his lip. I would love to lick the s**t off myself, but we were in public.

“You know what, I have thought about that. I remember watching you come around in your high school letterman jacket, reminding me that you were too young for the things I had in mind, but I knew you weren’t going to stay that young forever. Now, you have the body of a grown woman, and the mind of a young lady who knows what she wants.”

Irv slides his chair a little closer to mine. My heart begins to race. What in the world is this man about to do?

“So no, I am not uncomfortable. Making you dessert last night was a privilege.”

Oh my.

He moves closer to my ear, the heat of his breath making my valves open just a little.

“It took everything out of me not to f**k your brains out last night.”

 My. My. My. Boy, you better back up before we give these folks a show.

“Is that right?” I respond looking down at the imaginary napkin in my hand.

“Yes. And if I had my way, I would bend your ass over this table right now.”

That escalated quickly. I shift slightly in my chair, legs facing in his direction. I lean in and give him the sweetest kiss, even for me. Proudly leaning back into my chair,

“So, what else is planned for the day?”

Now I know Montgomery isn’t one of the most, umm romantic of cities, but I wanted Irv to know that I was interested in whatever he had to show me, inside the bedroom and out. We finish breakfast, take a ride around downtown, before heading back to his place. The sights weren’t all that exciting honestly, but I loved the conversation that we had.

We get back to the house. Once inside, I curl up in my comfortable spot on the couch. The last time I was in this spot, I ended up on my back, with his mouth all over my Lucy. It’s Saturday, and I don’t know about y’all, but I love me some college football. With a grin, Irv says “Football? Really? I didn’t take you for that kind of girl.” I turn to him, and smile.

 “I could get used to this. A girl who is into sports…we can go places.”

“Pump your brakes, sir. We aren’t going nowhere no time soon.”

We both chuckle and settle in for an afternoon of college ball and sporadic make out sessions. 4 o’clock games started rolling around, and I am hungry. I get up and go into the kitchen. The refrigerator is full of fresh fruits and vegetables. Shrimp and scallops on the bottom shelf catch my eye. Hmm…I think I can do something with that. Next, I head to the pantry. Now I see how he keeps that body of his. There is no junk insight. Not a cookie, a chip, nothing. I continue to investigate, kneeling to see what was on the lower shelves. I think pasta would be a good choice. As I stand up, I feel this familiar bulge behind me.

Gracious.

As I turn around, I am instantly face to face with a buttery smooth, well sculpted chest. Should I lick it? I most definitely should lick it. Before I know it, I lick this man’s chest y’all. Licked that s**t like he had put whip cream all over himself. And once I started, I couldn’t stop. I had no control. I push him against the counter. I lick and kiss all over his chest, his neck, his lips. Making my way down to the bulge that has been teasing me since I got there. I hear the quiet whispers of moans, escaping his parted lips. I slip my hands into his shorts, grabbing a handful of his wonderfulness.

Holy s**t! No going back now.

His love below was pulsating and HOT. Deep breath.

“My turn to say hello.”

I situate myself on my knees. Feeling him relax, I knew I had him. Is this s**t supposed to be this heavy? Stop, Meredith. Focus. I went to town on that d**k. You would have thought I had a point to prove, and damnit I did. I needed to permanently erase the image of that little girl that was in his mind. I needed her gone. ASAP! I sucked and stroked. Getting as much of him as I could inside my mouth. Even got bold enough to suck on his well-groomed balls.

“s**t, Meredith.”

“Shit.”

That’s right. I want you to experience all that has been waiting for you over the years. I support myself against him. And I suck. The pulse is now a throb. His breath quickens. I don’t let up.

“f**k!!” Irv yells.

The flood gates open. He pours into my mouth. To my surprise, he tastes just as good as he looks. As I am sucking out the rest of his juiciness, he looks down at me. I make sure that he can see that I still have him in my mouth, and I swallow. Yes honey. I swallowed! His mouth falls open. He helps me stand up.

“Did you just?” he asked panting.

“I was taught to always clean up my messes.”

I leave him there with a dumbfounded look on his face. I go into the bathroom and grab a washcloth out of the closet. I come back and Irv is still stuck in the same spot I left him in.

Yes!! Mission accomplished.

I take the warm cloth and wrapped it around his still pulsating man part, gently massaging, and rubbing. Irv wraps his arms around my waste and pulls me closer to his chest.

“I hope you enjoyed that.”

He gives me a kiss of approval, encompassing my lips, and sending shock waves to my core.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Hell, I need a nap.” I smiled.

“Well, you go rest while I cook. I’ll wake you up when I’m finished.”

 I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now, get out my kitchen.”

Another amazing dinner. More amazing conversation. Who knew we would have so much in common? With such an age difference, I honestly thought this would be a f**k-filled, kinky weekend, with limited talk. This time, we clean the kitchen together (so sweet, I know). Having a full belly, and reaching d**k-sucking heights, the day was finally catching up with me. Irv, on the other hand, seemed to have gotten his second wind.

Uh Oh. As I am making my way to Irv’s bedroom, “I think it's time for a shower. Care to join me?” I inquired.

With the look of excitement on his face, “Absolutely.”

I turn on the shower. Dual shower heads on either side. It was made for a time such as this one. There is a stone bench in between the two against the wall. The steam turns the glass encased shower into a sauna. to build. I step in and Irv follows. I let the hot water pour on my back, strategically placing the jets of the showerhead on my shoulders. Feels phenomenal. As the water loosens the knots, Irv makes his way over to me, taking my now lathered loofah out of my hand, and begins to wash me. I tilt my head back slightly, embracing the caresses of hand and loofah against my lathered body: breasts, stomach, back, legs…I can feel him growing behind me. I peek a little.

Yep. Just as big as I thought.

I turn to face the water, letting it hit my face. His loofah is off to the side. I grab it and lather it with the best smelling man’s soap I have ever smelt. Rubbing across his chest, and abdomen, I am mesmerized by his silky-smooth skin underneath the water.  He leans down and places a sweet kiss on my forehead. I look up, our eyes meet. The most magical of kisses began and we were off to the races.  The shower instantly became what felt like 1000 degrees hotter. I wanted him inside of me. I didn’t want to wait any longer. He picks me up, pins me against the shower wall, supporting my weight on his thighs.

Gracious!

One swift motion and all his glory was accepted by my Lucy. Slow motion. A steady rhythm of working hips, setting the pace, and building a memorable sensation. My arms and legs tightly wrapped around him. His thrusts harder and faster, my moans getting louder and breathing heavier. At the point of combustion, he begins to slow to a stop, eventually, putting me down.

“No. Wait. What are you doing?”  I can hardly get the words out.

“Why did you stop?” I felt like I was going to cry. That s**t was feeling so good!!

He gives me a sly smile turns me around and places my hands on the stone bench in front of me. Before my mind can process what is going on, I feel him swell inside of me. I came. He kept at it. I took it all of it, with pleasure building inside of my walls. His hands gripping my hips, keeping me in place as he continues to hammer my insides. I never felt such amazement. The sound of the water splashing between my ass and his pelvis seems to be his cheering section. He smacks my ass over and over. He has a handful of hair in one hand, my hips in the other. He proceeds to f**k me senseless.

“Ah! OMG!” I’m losing my mind.

“Is this what you came here for, Meredith?” Irv says in a low growl.

“Hell yea! This is what I came for!!”

“s**t! You’re gonna make me…”

Close to an eruption of epic proportions, again, Irv pulls out, and stands up.

“No. Not yet. I’m not done with you.” Irv gently helps me gather myself.

Lord, I can’t feel my legs.

We both rinse under the now cool water. Irv gets out before me, and I am left to continue getting together my thoughts.

What in the hell just happened??

I turn the water off and turn towards the door. Irv is standing there with a towel in hand. He softly wraps it around me and walks me over to the bed. He takes the towel and dries me off, just enough to where the sheets wouldn’t be completely soaked. He then positions me at the foot of the bed and lays me down.

“Scoot.”

I scurry my way towards the headboard. Turning around, Irv reaches into a top dresser drawer and pulls out four ties. Not shirt ties, more like robe ties. He takes one and puts it on each of my ankles, attaching them to either side of the bed, but still allowing me to bend my knees. He does the same with my hands.

“You good?”

“Yes” I whispered.

My mind is racing. What in the world is he about to do to me?? Irv is standing in front of me, admiring, plotting. The most devilish of grins comes across his face. He turns and reaches back into that same drawer. He appears with a wand in his hand.

Oh s**t! I had a girlfriend of mine tell me about this thing (Lucy, we are in trouble girl). He comes over to the bed, laying the wand next to me. He slightly bends my knees, running the tips of his fingers in and around my thighs. The sensation sends chills down my spine and initiates a puddle between my legs. He kisses my inner thigh, equally on both, as to not have one side feeling left out. The warmth of his breath was welcoming on my now cooled skin. Then his head disappears, and I am greeted with his mouth whispering sweet nothings to my Lucy.

“Mmmmmm.”

He massages her, licks her, sucks her. I can feel the humming of his moans, and it is sending me places. I am squirming, trying to get free to push him away. I can’t take anymore. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers, and now this wand!! 3-2-1…blast off!! I bust all over his face. Didn’t know what squirting was until now. This man is magnificent. “Good Girl.”

He comes up and lets me taste myself on his lips. He kisses my neck. Tugs on my ear. Nips at my erect n*****s.

“Ah.”

I was trying to keep my moans to a minimum.  

“Mmmm…shit.” the only intelligible words that I can get out. I am delirious at this point. There were no words for what he was doing to me.

“Oh..Oh..”

“I told you, I wasn’t done yet.”

What do you mean?!?! There’s more! There is no possible way I have anything left in my tank. Irv unties my hands and ankles, flips me over, bring my ass towards him. That silky appendage slid inside my slippery Lucy. Bliss.

“Give me that!”

“f**k!”

 My body is humming, and vibrating, and singing all at the same damn time. Next thing I know, flips me over, takes my legs, pushes them back, my ankles at my ears, supporting himself on my thighs, and babe…I screamed, and I hollered. I was embarrassed, and yet I could give to shits.

“IRV!! IRV!”  

Every time I said his name, he went harder, faster, not giving a damn.  He flips me on my side, one leg in the air, him straddling over the other, and again went to work.

This is crazy!

 He stroked. Long strokes. Deep strokes. Strokes feeling like they were rearranging organs. I’m not going to make it! He’s moaning, I’m yelling. Both of us sweating, the smell of the most prolific s*x session filling the air.

“I’m coming baby!” Irv exclaimed.

And with that he let out a grunt/moan combination that I had never heard before. A sound of pure satisfaction. He braces himself so he can catch his breath. I am seeing stars. Literally. He topples over behind me. We lay there, catching our breaths, gently rubbing each other, calming each other. Such an unforgettable moment. I reposition myself, placing my head on his chest, listening to his thunderous heartbeat.

“Now, you have something to remember me by.” Irv says softly.

He kisses me sweetly and we both drift off to sleep, holding each other.

The morning is bittersweet. Even with breakfast in bed, all I can think about was how I didn’t want to leave my fantasy world with Irv.

“What’s wrong?” Irv must see the look of disappointment on my face.

“I’m not ready to go yet.” I lay down, pulling the covers over my face.

He comes over and sits on the side of the bed next to me. He pulls the covers off my face and gives me a kiss.

“I really enjoyed myself with you this weekend. It was worth the wait, and I can’t wait until we spend time with each other again.”

He stands up, drops his shorts, climbs back into bed with me, and gives me a sendoff like no other.

 After a glorious s*x session, I take a shower, get dressed, and pack my bag. Once everything is together, I walk towards the front door. Irv grabs my bag.

He looks around. “You got everything?”

“I think so. If I leave something, just hide it. Don’t want you getting into any trouble.”

He lightly shoves me out the door. “Whatever.”

Irv places my bag in the trunk. I reach up and give him the strongest bear hug I could muster. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He hugs me so tightly that it made this whole leaving thing even worse.

“I really enjoyed myself. It was nice to take a break from the college scene and spend time with you.”

 “It was an amazing weekend, Meredith and like I said, we will do this again soon.”

“Promise?” I asked, resting my forehead on his chest.

He puts his finger under my chin, tilting my head back. “I promise.”

With a kiss goodbye, I get into my car and pull out of the driveway. The drive home was one of reflection. I just spent the weekend with the sexiest, most kind-hearted MAN I didn’t know I knew. Up until this point, James was the only serious relationship I had been in. Mentally we connected, but physically, we were nowhere near the level of intimacy I had just experienced with Irv. Are James and I compatible? What happens if the s*x doesn’t get better? Irv showed me that all areas in a relationship matter, especially the s*x. Irv and I both knew that there was realistically no chance of us having a serious relationship. At the same time, Irv treated me like I was a woman, his woman, even if it was only for a few days. He was a gentleman the entire time, ensuring that I was comfortable and in need of nothing. I realized at that very moment that older men will take you places. Thoughts replay like a movie in my mind, giving me all the tingles and feels, as if it is about happen all over again. 

I have officially crossed over into womanhood. 

Lucy and I will never forget the grown man experience and adventure we had embarked on that weekend.

Irv and I would spend the next 6 months having weekends like the one just past. I had to take a step back though because of school and have not been able to see him as much. We still check in with each other, meeting for lunch sometimes when he came to town, forever sharing the memory of a weekend where Lucy experienced unforgettable bliss, giving Irv a new name, Lucy’s boo.

I pay more attention to how Lucy reacts when meeting a new guy. And so far, we are failing. Miserably. But that was about to change.